Zoe had an odd dream. She was standing atop a pile of bodies. Not dead bodies, but living ones willingly becoming human furniture for her. Below her were people bowing to her; a sea of purple irises. She could hear their praises of her, practically singing and rejoicing at her magnificence and grace. There were more people than Zoe was able to count at a first glance, but the population easily filled up several football stadiums. And across Zoe’s face, a wide smile drew. With the Power of the Legion, all of this and more could be made possible. This was the life that she deserved. This was the life she would work for. This was the life that she would claim.

Zoe awoke to the sun beaming in through the windows into her eyes. She groaned as she sat up, trying to regain her bearings. The unfamiliar environment reminded her that she was in Cassandra’s apartment. She looked down at her naked form, causing the memories of last night to replay in her head. Her thighs squeezed together in delight thinking about the throes of passion she had with Cassandra. Then, her thoughts went to Cassandra; specifically where she had gotten off to. Zoe was the only one in the bed. She got out of bed, grabbed a robe from the closet, and headed out into the living room area.

“Ah, you’re finally awake, my queen.” Cassandra was sitting on the couch, dressed up in a nice white cardigan with black pants as she scrolled on her phone with one hand and held a cup of coffee in the other. The glaze in the eyes made it clear that right now, Thaddeus was primarily in control. “I was wondering if you were just going to continue sleeping. Had I known you’d be awake now, I would have prepared you food.”

“Sorry,” Zoe said as she sat down on the couch, “Normally I’d get up earlier for my job, but I guess I don’t have to do that anymore.” She gave a huge huff before leaning back on the couch. “Right, I’m unemployed. It hadn’t really sunk in for me.”

“Well, moping doesn’t suit you, my queen,” Cassandra said as she sipped her coffee. “If you need money, just ask me or Steven. You’re my queen after all, so what is mine is yours.”

“Wait, for real?” Zoe asked, turning …